And So It Goes...

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Yesterday, I posted my 1200th, ahem, post, almost exactly three years ago to the day that I started this blog, which coincided with the first Covid lockdown in March 2020; hence the - now kind of redundant - subtitle, "The Lockdown Tapes". I didn't have any expectations as to how this would develop, if indeed develop is what it's done, which is not exactly: more mutated into the diary I think it currently is, and rightly should be. A space to vent, opinionate about and comment in; but moreover, a daily discipline to focus on for a few minutes to an hour each evening.

The resolution I set myself at the outset, though, was to write at least one post a day, come what may, and no matter how I felt. So far, I've kept to this regime and intend so to continue for as far into the future as I'm around to do the thing, and which my tech will allow. I've covered all manner of ground thus far, from the trivia and minutiae of daily life, to the diverse and more abstruse topics that interest me, and of course, to my incessant ranting about British - and for a while - American, politics; as well, of course the inequities and iniquities of economic 'thinking'.

I've discovered and written about, along the way, much about my heritage and family lineage, confirming what were once simply family fables and suspicions as actuality, and affirming my innate sense of place here in North Wales. I've discovered and written of the wonderful story of my family connection with The White Horse Inn in Clun, and my great-great-uncle Job Graves, whose restless spirit is rumoured to haunt the premises to this day. I've also writ a few pomes, along the way: although they're collectively a bit of a curate's egg.

One thing I covered, two-and-a-half years ago, was The Zettelkasten, a creative method of organizing research data, that I tried implementing for a few months, but have left hanging to date. I think that, in future, I would like to find a way of archiving this blog into a digital Zettelkasten of some sort. After all, the data that comprises this thing is stored as XML, which is easy enough to parse out, and creating the topical linking shouldn't be too difficult: there's probably freebie software out there that will do the job, anyway. Just a thought for the next three years. Keep you posted...

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